Brinna sat on the floor of the tub, feeling the shower water wash over her. Usually that made her feel better about whatever was going on but this time was different. This was the last straw.
Brinna was a decent enough looking woman. She was 5'7" tall with dark hair that had a reddish tint and fell over her shoulders in messy waves, bright blue eyes and a generous smile. She stared down at her smooth belly, her tan skin, her size 38 c breasts and wondered how someone couldn't want her. Any man she had ever dated before could never keep his hands off of her but now her own husband could barely be bothered to have sex with her. Even when he did it lasted all of ten seconds and he was ready for bed. Usually this was the point that she would start crying but this time her face hardened.
Laying back and lifting her left leg to the side of the tub, Brinna closed her eyes and began imagining her own hand was someone else's. Roaming gently over her breasts, her hardened nipples, down her tummy and to her clit. After a few minutes she plunged two fingers deep inside her twat, pretending that it was his cock and yelling out his name. "Rupert!", she cried out. That was the moment she decided she was finally going to do it. Come hail or high water Brinna was going to meet Rupert Grint and ride him into the sunset. She had wanted him for years now and for once in her life she was going to get exactly what she wanted.
Legs still shaking, she climbed out of the tub and quickly toweled off so she could get started on her letter.
'Dear Rupert,
It seems surreal to even be writing you, but I've wanted to for so long. I hear you're awful about replying to fanmail, but I sincerely hope the case will be different with this one. Let me start by asking how you are. I wonder if you're busy with filming or if you're taking a bit of a break for now. Whatever the case, I'm confident I have a way to make it even better. I am 24 years old and married with one child. I love my family, but I am tired of being stuck here. I don't get to get out much and my husband is relatively uninterested in sex. I am a good looking woman and quite attentive, so I can't imagine why this is. Still, my husband has stopped caring for himself as much as he did when we were dating and I find myself less attracted to him. When he DOES give in to having sex with me, it isn't for long. I need more! I want to date around and travel and make memories and experiences. I want to occasionally meet up with one person who is more than a friend but less than a partner for a good, hard fuck and have no expectations on either end. I was thinking that since you frequently travel to the U.S. but aren't settling for any amount of time here, maybe we could meet up one time. We could go to dinner, maybe karaoke, then a hotel room where you could fuck me seven ways from Sunday until you were ready to leave for home. This is forward of me, I know. I just thought it couldn't hurt to ask. And trust me, I would take very good care of you.
Eagerly awaiting your reply,
Brinna
Brinna never expected to receive a reply. She never really intended to cheat on her husband. She just wanted to reveal a fantasy to someone who she assumed she would never have a chance with so there was no chance of hurting her marriage even further. She had felt a little better since she sent the letter-just getting all of those things off her chest. In all honesty she had worried about making Rupert uncomfortable when he read it. Had she crossed a major boundary? Did the things she said to him constitute sexual harassment? She hoped not. She really did have a lot of respect for him and meant no harm.
Two months later, when she received a phone call from a number outside the U.S. she began to panic a little. What if someone else had read the letter? What if he had gotten upset? Could he file charges against her from another country? With shaky, clammy hands she picked up the phone ready to apologize.
